Dear Residents


Dear Residents,
This is your RA.  I am not a mythical creature who lurks in a single room down the hall and feeds on “write-ups” to survive.  I am not a peppy, spirit-crazed robot who longs to be your best friend.  I am not a maniacal dictator who wants to force you into uncomfortable ice breakers at all costs.
I dread those

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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